"Oh, about a week or so, and then it will be as good as ever."
"Ah, gee, that's tough," said Big Boy awkwardly as he backed towards the door, "I'll be back in a minute," as he left the room.
"Will I have to wear a bandage over the eye until it gets all right?"
"No, you don't have to wear a bandage at all, unless you want to, but you know a bandage covers a multitude of sins. You can say you got a piece of glass in your eye, and that way you won't have to stay in your room for a week until it gets well."
"Ah, gee, Doc, you're a peach, thanks," as she got off the bed.
"Well, I'll be going now," as he gathered up his things. "Next time tell your boy friend to hit you some place it won't show," as he went out the door.
Pearl lay on the bed—there was nothing else to do. Now she couldn't very well go to Juarez, with her eye bandaged up. No matter what lie she told, nobody would believe it. Maybe it was just as well not to go over for a few days anyhow—let some of the trouble of the shooting die down, and that would be time enough, but she couldn't stay in the room all that time—she would go crazy. She arose from the bed, went to the phone, and called Evelyn's apartment and left a message for her to call as soon as she came in.
The door opened slowly, as Big Boy came in, loaded with candy and fruit and flowers.
"My God, what all have you got there?" asked Pearl, as she looked at him with the one good eye.
"Some little things you might like, Pearl. You can have anything you want, no matter what it is. Will you please forgive me?"